LORD AND PERSONAL SAVIOUR

August 30, 2015August 29, 20154 Comments

The greatest miracle on earth, a sinner came to repentance and is saved

Heaven rejoices for a new creations birth, now old things are passed away

Behold all things are new but please may I be excused

‘Cause if this hypothesis is proven theory

Why do I fall to the things I once rose up from?

Why do I feel like a couple once wed amidst cheers of joy?

Now wondering why their love has become a burden to endure

Why does it all now seem to feel like a fairytale

Where the magic only lasts till midnight with no prince charming come to find me

Glass slipper in hand, ready to rescue me from the depths of these dungeons

From these caves and chains, sins I once was saved from

I wish I could call out to the brethren

The ones who professed “Yes I love with you with the love of God”

But I know what they would say, who am I kidding?

I deserve to be here

Yes Jesus once forgave my sins but just maybe

Maybe the saving package just did not apply to customers such as me

So here’s my story

Once I was saved but now I am lost again and again and again

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

I just wish it would stop but again and again I fall prey

And yet I pray one day these chains will give way

So I can truly proclaim, I am saved.

This short piece is the unfortunate story of a lot of Christians today; in fact I too went through a phase such as this but now I know for a certainty that no one should have to go through this ever because Jesus did not just get crucified just so we could be forgiven of our sins, He died so we would be saved and He resurrected proving His power over sin and death, then giving us a chance to reign with him in the same power. It is however puzzling why too many Christians still live under the bondage of sinful habits and addictions.

In my experience I’ve come to find out that this occurrence does not in any way put to question the authenticity of the work Jesus actualized on that cross, He did it well and complete hence the problem is most certainly with us.

“I have finished the work you gave me to do”

Jesus Christ (John 17:4b)

You see I have come to believe we forget the confession we made while we gave our life to Jesus Christ. You may not have said these exact words but I believe you implied that you accepted Jesus to be your Lord and personal saviour. The irony however is from a human point view, He should save us first and then He can become Lord over us but that’s not how it goes especially not on this side of life. You see Jesus did not come into your life just to save you from your sins but to also be Lord over your life. This is in fact what guarantees your victorious Christian life. Hence if you are still calling the shots in your life then your salvation experience is not entirely complete which is essentially the reason you still have problems dealing with those sinful habits.

Look I know you love the Lord and sincerely I’m positive He loves you even more but until He is Lord in your life, He might never be able to save you from your sins once and for all and that’s why the phrase goes ‘Lord’ first and then ‘personal saviour’ (implying this is a personal deal). Have you ever wondered why we as Christians profess “I gave my life to Christ”? Well, in my own little understanding I believe that on that beautiful day we made that confession of faith we surrendered our lives, our will, our consciousness to Jesus and in exchange we got his sin-free life, His will with victory over sin and His consciousness. You see, that way we are no longer controlling the wheels of our lives because we are no longer living our lives but His. This is our only hope to living our lives totally free of sin but the problem is once in a while we want to take control of the wheel and we ignorantly steer ourselves into problems and issues that make the sacrifice of Jesus seem ineffective. If you’re wondering why Jesus would let us collect leadership from Him, well He’s such a perfect gentleman and the bible testifies

“And the Lord said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.”

Genesis 6:3

So when we do try to Lord over our own lives even after giving our lives to Christ we seem to be saying “Hey great work bro but I would like to take over from here”. Inferentially we did give Him our lives at some point but then we took it back and then we wonder why we keep on falling back to our vomit.

You know what is so awesome about the life we live with Jesus as Lord? You see the bible makes it clear that Jesus Christ on the cross won the victory over death, hell and the grave and when we give Him our lives for His we automatically walk into that victory as well. So that we are no longer trying to not sin, we just do not sin; it’s in our nature not to so it’s no wonder the bible calls us more than conquerors.

I can write a whole lot more but I believe the problem and solution are quite obvious at this point however from experience I do know that being aware of the solution doesn’t always mean you’d do the right thing. Sometimes it’s way too difficult to say NO to your flesh and you may still find a little pleasure in those sinful habits but I assure you there’s hope. So take it from someone who has been there you can overcome this too, you can hate those things you once enjoyed, you can have total and lasting victory over sin for eternity. Jesus loves you and the truth is no matter how far you push him away, He’s always there and what’s more He already put in measures to help you through this season: The Word(John 1:1-5), The Holy Spirit (John 16:7-15) and brethren (James 5:16).

So don’t wait any longer, let Jesus be indeed Lord in your life and enjoy righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Ghost. Don’t wait too long; it might be too late then. Continue reading →

HARDENED HEARTS

August 24, 2015August 24, 20152 Comments

Do not take me too seriously if all you get from this pep is just inspiration- of course talk is cheap. And thank God this is not a show, else I’ll be preaching you all to sleep. I can barely inspire myself, that’s why ‘My Salvation’ was authored by someone else with a more legible handwriting so the World can see God.

So please take a face-wipe because am about to reintroduce you to YOU.
YOU may already know ME as that guy who is too loud on stages of Campus Auditoriums, hitting pitches that sound like warnings. Well, it’s not my fault that most of our good cooking have always been desired hot; so why should God’s word be any different when served from the ‘pot’?
We hear God’s word come from lukewarm vessels that right now, we have become too cold to notice that even in our folly, we still form hot and holy; we are too stiff to yield to the still, small voice calling us into submission. We are HARDENED HEARTS!

We’re too cool to pray and too proud to pursue the vision that God has called us to. We say we’re waiting for confirmation or some kind of sign, while we watch our Family and Friends be blind to the light we hide behind. “God, this is not what I had in mind; am trying to be the light, but it’s too dark in here to shine.” And somehow it SEEMS our claims always find justification in the same innocent circumstances we’re pointing accusing fingers to.

“Me, myself and I- we are doing just fine within the confines of the church property lines.” We sing more ‘You are important to me…’ than we actually need people to survive out on the Campus streets amplifying the Gospel.

Seven days without Jesus makes one weak; sounds like our latest way of playing Hide and Seek- seeking Jesus every Sunday, but hiding the rest of the week. We’re now numb to feeling sympathy. Passion has been ostracised, as though doing something about injustice is now a responsibility exclusively set aside for The Angels.

Gold diggers– too busy digging for only the things God has in stock for us; proudly ignorant of what vision He has placed right before us. Good Actors– playing out a fake script that spearheads our sublime performance to winning the Grammy Awards for Hypocrisy. We’re now masters of disguise, hiding from the Master of the skies; we think our theories are divine, so we disconnected from The Vine…

It’s cool telling everyone else to accept our Christ, but never allowing Him to change our lives. You are not a Christian by tradition, at least not because you celebrate
Christmas- all of its material presence will always blind you to God’s presence.
We regurgitate and puke God’s word, expecting others to eat and digest it; then we turn to gulp all of the junk present in the ‘omnipresent’ media, so like FAST food, they SLOW down our ‘metabolism’.

We are the victims! I’m sick and tired of saying ‘I don’t hear from God’, when actually I’ve never cared to listen. My soul needs a rest in me, but the guilt is Cardiac-arresting me. I think I hear the same still small voice calling a sleeper to rise. God is the only Boss who will send you to the bank, drive you to the bank, go into the banking hall with you, help you make the transactions right…and just when you ask ‘So why the errand?’, you’ll find out Obedience is the Ultimate- Search for it!

Therefore today I refuse…I refuse to drown in the same water He walked on. If you have blocked God’s call on your life, today he serves you a rebound. Stop buying into the World’s glamour, pictures and slogans- they’ll leave you bankrupt at the cost of your emotions. So it’s fine if you are a cold, careless heart in here today; because like glowsticks, they must first be broken.

Dear HARDENED HEART, Get Broken!

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The Stranger’s Hand

August 20, 2015September 5, 2015Leave a comment

2nd Daniel

There was a little boy, who woke up as a spirit of harmony and verse. He looked out at the world and heard his name on the lungs of a million people as his voice planted explosion in their minds.

But they had not yet exhaled his name nor had shrapnel from their word-blown minds embedded in their sleeping hearts because he had not yet unleashed himself on them.

So the little boy wrote growing, and grew writing: a circus to most of his peers who didn’t know of his dream, or maybe they did; and they enjoyed him because he was so enjoyable.

Soon the little boy was ready, he wanted to solve so many problems, he wanted to have so many things. He sought his parents to use their power, because he thought, ‘They’ll be so proud of me.’ His mother smiled at him and died. His Father…

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The Joy of One Child

August 20, 2015September 5, 2015Leave a comment

2nd Daniel

It was Pain that brought me home. I have to warn you though, it was not entirely mine. Let me explain, maybe you can join me. Maybe you can join us.

There was a choir aloft above the stars, alight with invisible colours painted with eternal splendor. Their song filled an entire realm with dense excellence as reminded their master of his masterful mastery.

One day he said, ‘Your numbers are great. I will make one who is comparable to me in excellence and projection. And like me, he will create praise for me and rule my expanded domain.’

But a proud Angel said, ‘Why should a younger and corruptible species inherit such vastness? Since this is the nature of you, Master, I will have the choir sing their songs of power at me. Even these your masterpieces will testify of my worth and grace.’

So the choir watched as…

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Board Moments

August 6, 2015October 13, 2015Leave a comment

2nd Daniel

Dear Father,
Tonight, just before I sink back into ‘One Piece’,
I reminisce
For a moment of the days I spent in boarding school. I would have survived, perhaps become someone else.
I love the way you combined each experience…
This much and that little, here and there.

I remember the hall-rooms, the students, my performance at a Social night; as I watch a man read I remember how effortlessly I devoured novels and storybooks. In comparison, he seems to be force-feeding himself, but that’s okay.

I remember the visiting days; joyous and feasty, with plenty of meat (in comparison to today’s fishy business), and there were the seniors, more ferocious than the graduating class of my cousin today.

I remember my friends, and their separate impact on me.

One thing I’ve learned, its that we all change each other, however unnoticeably. One day we all recall one little thing…

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Hundred’s Ache

August 6, 2015October 13, 2015Leave a comment

2nd Daniel

I believe in life after death.

In fact, what we call death is just a hibernation…. Sleep. Real death is the destruction of Identity. The Obliteration of a Soul.

GOD said a soul lasts beyond this earth. This revelation is solid.
Its there, like a strong tree, in my heart; dividing every blow of doctrine I’m dealt.

Yet why do I, believing this,
Feel great sorrow and not bliss?
When I glance
Through the memories
Of the moments
Shared with all these,
Like a vivid dream shared by many,
Their faces and names are history.

After a while, its normal that our loved ones are gone. We remember the pain as a disease we were cured from. I guess we believed in life after death – past tense. Tenses changed the moment we became tense.

But Stop!!! Oh pen,
Let us pray and sleep;
Although we reminisce and weep,
We…

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ONE VIEW OF A LIGHTHOUSE

August 5, 20152 Comments

I’m sitting here because I’m waiting for you
On a square box stool underneath, and everywhere
You’re there, fair, quaint and splendid, I see
Where blinks atop lighthouse swivels to twinkle
Sign of how to reach you
Sign that I’m far off, away and set apart
Its endless, the abyss that cuts us off
Calmness here is cold, so I warm myself with thoughts of you

Fingers file to base just to while away time
The actor, me, divides attention, wavering between faith and doubt
Between you and the passing preoccupation
The comfort of dull sameness, fire growing ever more heated
The uncertainty of rocky voyages on troubled seas, calming unto eternal bliss
My fingers are neat, but the blink still persists

I’m sitting here, thinking about moving
The other side seems fine, but I’m not convinced
I conjure up defensive walls to fend off giving in
My rational sitting box makes me see you’re not there
Its fine, its my only possession
Its fine, but its wobbly and shortened
I’m sitting on the floor, I’m not standing
I don’t want to sit, but I cannot stand

I’m taken away in meditations on you
Swimming, maybe conveyed by revelation
Conscious, still in clear mind, it happens upon me
Is it I who finds out that cul-de-sac is needless?
I’m awake, I’m on the other side
You’ve led me, you’ve given me new eyes